Dad went to jail for marijuana

My dad has a long history with pot, for better or worse.

He and I have started really bonding lately, which is a case of “better late than never” I guess, because he wasn’t around very much when I was growing up. Of course I carried a pretty big grudge against him, but he seems to really be trying his best to connect with me, which to be honest is all I ever wanted from him. I knew about his history with drugs and going to jail, and finally I got to hear his side of it. He never went to jail for smoking mairjuana, but for selling it. He had started selling cannabis before I was born as a way to make extra money for me and my mom. He didn’t have an education, or work skills, or a job, and selling cannabis seemed like the only way he could provide for me. When I heard it from his perspective, that he had never used violence or committed any real crimes and just sold marijuana, I stopped being resentful of him. I started to be resentful to the government, and the cops, for making something as harmless as marijuana a criminal offense in the first place! Now there are cannabis dispensaries on every street corner, and my dad lost years of his life for that very same thing! Here is the kicker, that really did it for me, is that in all that time, my dad never actually smoked marijuana, because it was not a habit, just a way to make money.

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